I am being strangled by the wind that surrounds me
I am searching for the long lost and forgotten seasons
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?
I am always coursing through out every where in my memory and overflowing
That's why I'm not afraid of tomorrow
My beloved season calls me
Because I always feel new on me
**decide to stop bottom tread duuno how to continue= ="**
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